| [May. 3rd, 2009|07:04 pm] |
Raidou's hesitation set Genma on edge, but the answer... It was almost good enough. There were enough details. The nightclub target with his pawing, sweaty hands. The hotel. The junk food that hadn't even stayed down. It was almost good enough, and then Raidou mentioned the cigarettes, and his having quit, and Genma knew for sure.
"Pizza and chicken," he whispered. "And takoyaki." He tried to swallow, choked instead. "Rai.... Fuck." Felt like weeping. Felt like laughing.
The coughing brought tears even when he was past the sudden relief. "Fucking hell." |
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